Michael McIntyre mitunes songs
Demo produced by Frank Michels; vocal by David Ward.
Lyrics:
Grandpa looked at grandma
as she dried the last supper dish
There was a wishbone from the turkey
and she pulled on it as she made a wish
He smiled at his wife of fifty years
And he gave a laugh as he said through tears
You deserve fine linen,
not the homespun clothes you wear
You deserve fine linen,
parasols and ribbons in your hair
Yes, dear, you deserve fine linen
Grandma looked at grandpa
as he milked the last dairy cow
His shirt was sticking to his body
and he wiped off sweat that was on his brow
She smiled at her man of fifty years
And she gave a laugh as she said through tears
You deserve fine linen,
not the homespun clothes you wear
You deserve fine linen,
big seegars, cuff links and more hair
Yes, dear, you deserve fine linen
They weren’t well-known at all,
but in my eyes they were ten feet tall
They knew what they had made
Things that can never fade
Grandpa first, then grandma,
died just fourteen days apart
They said the second was pneumonia
I have always thought — of a broken heart
I smile at the mem’ry of their years
And I give a laugh as I sing through tears
You deserved fine linen,
not the homespun clothes you wore
You deserved fine linen,
the kind you only find in a fancy store
Yes, you deserve fine linen
You deserve fine linen
© 2012 Michael S. McIntyre and Dean Friscic
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